Paeng leans back and rests his hand flat on the table. Vince.Blushing, he snaps at his friend. I dropped the bra on the wet tarp and I guess I must have accidentally gotten paint on it and touched it to my cheek, okay?Paeng is silent as Vince sighs. I didnt mean to take my upset out on you, sorry.No big. So, you fondled it. Was it good for you? Paengs eyes glitter, making Vinces anxiety flare.I couldnt help myself! The girls smoking hot and yet she doesnt appear to own trashy underwear. He feels all dreamy just thinking about it. Its simple and soft . . . it felt so nice. Shes not like any of the girls Ive met before. Shes direct, feisty and artistic and I bet shes really smart. Shes nothing like the usual MOM Girl and shes not even my type. But her underwear is beautiful. She doesnt wear slutty underwear because she doesnt put on airs, and oh, God, thats so attractive. What I wouldnt give to seePaeng face palms Vince. Dude. You are waxing poetic about cotton underwear like my sisters wear when they get their periods. Its just underwear. It is not the key to Danis psyche. You are making the kind of assumptions about her that lead to expensive rings, one point two kids, and minivans. You are in trouble.
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- Humor — Witty observations and humorous takes on everyday life